She is very kind to me and often leaves me delicious food. She often teaches me to study hard and serve my country when I grow up.
My grandmother is a teacher. Years of teaching have made her feel the joy and importance of learning, so she still hopes that I can study hard.
Grandma is over 60 years old, and wrinkles unconsciously climb up her vicissitudes of life engraved with years. A little silvery white hair got into grandma's black hair, which was particularly dazzling.
Although grandma is old, she is still strong. Once we went hiking, grandma walked faster than me.
What makes me proudest is grandma's hands. Although grandma is over sixty years old, her hands are no less dexterous than that of an embroidered mother.
Grandma sewed soles when she was idle after retirement. In just half a year, she sewed more than one hundred pairs.
Grandma started sewing "all over the sky", and later tried to sew some difficult patterns and patterns. I didn't expect them to look good. When relatives and friends knew about it, they all asked grandma to sew them some pairs, and grandma was obliged to agree.
Grandma sews soles every day besides eating and sleeping. Finally, all the soles that relatives and friends want are ready.
I thought grandma could rest for a few days, but she sewed again. I asked grandma, why are you still sewing? Grandma smiled and said, "My sewing this time is of great significance! I want to sew a hundred pairs and give them to the uncle of the People's Liberation Army who guards the frontier. "
I admire grandma after listening to it. Although grandma is so clever, I don't like one thing very much, that is, grandma always snores when she sleeps.
Grandma's snoring is really deafening. During the summer vacation, my grandmother and I went to the countryside to play, and I went to bed at nine o'clock.
I soon fell into a sweet dream. I dreamed that I was walking alone on the ridge of the field, looking at the lawn full of flowers in the distance. Ah, everything was so beautiful. Suddenly, with a bang, I woke up from a beautiful dream.
Wake up and find that reality is not much better than dreams. Grandma's snoring is too loud! I can hardly sleep.
I tossed and turned in bed, but I couldn't sleep. I covered my head with a quilt and finally fell asleep.
This is the "magic" of grandma's snoring-it can make people sleepy. This is my grandmother, an old man with both advantages and disadvantages.
Grandma's composition in the photo is 1000 words. In my childhood, there were many pictures that made me cry and never forget, just like movies, deeply engraved in my heart.
In my hometown, there is a custom that every family will pack jiaozi for a meal during the Chinese New Year, and a brown sugar jiaozi will be packed separately when jiaozi is packed. When having a reunion dinner, whoever eats the brown sugar jiaozi means that this person is blessed, and our hometown people always call it "Fu Jiao". Every New Year, I feel a little strange-why? Because every time I have a family reunion dinner, I always get the brown sugar jiaozi that my family dreams of.
Of course, I must be ecstatic. Every time my family sees me eating brown sugar jiaozi, they stare at me with envious eyes, especially my little sister, blinking her big eyes and staring at my mouth nervously, as if to dig out the "Fu jiaozi" I ate and put it in her mouth, haha. At this time, the kind grandmother always coaxed her little sister to say that she can eat Fu jiaozi next year, but what grandma said next year is meaningless to her little sister, because she always can't eat Fu dumplings.
As far as I can remember, my grandmother always looks happier than me every time I eat my feet. She always smiles and touches my head, and earnestly says that I am the smartest and most blessed grandson of Lujia, hoping that I can become a promising person in the future. In my family, grandma is the most hardworking person. She takes the initiative to take care of hygiene and housework for three meals a day. Although she is 68 years old, she acts like a young man, not to be outdone.
According to my father, grandma was an advanced figure in her rural commune when she was young, and she was a first-class master in farm work, singing and propaganda. Last Spring Festival, my parents took my little sister to the supermarket to buy new year's goods, and only my grandmother and I were at home.
In the study, I heard grandma cutting meat buns in the kitchen, and jiaozi couldn't help but want to help. I sneaked to the kitchen door to surprise grandma. Through the crack of the door, I saw an unforgettable scene: the white-haired grandmother was squinting, wrapped in a small brown sugar jiaozi. She smiled and wrapped it up bit by bit, as if she were carving a masterpiece. Later, she put this work (wrapped in brown sugar jiaozi) in the nearest place, and then wrapped it in a meat jiaozi one by one, passing her by. I saw her put my bowl in front of me, brown sugar jiaozi and other jiaozi in my bowl, and put away my bowl list. ..............................................................................................................................................., my heart began to tremble. I ate not only the sweetness, but also the love from the delicious jiaozi. I ate my grandmother's ardent hope and gratitude to me. I suddenly feel the wonderful feeling of eating brown sugar jiaozi, so warm and happy. This turned my inner joy into my deep love for my grandmother ... Although people often say that a father's love is as high as a mountain, maternal love is higher than maternal love.
Grandma told me a story about an old photo. How to write an old photo?
I have an old photo, which was taken in the imperial tomb. There are my father, mother, grandfather and grandmother in the photo. There are many red lanterns and green grass beside us. Look! Grandma smiled brightly, grandpa smiled, dad squinted and thought the sun was too bright, and mom smiled. I'm dressed in black with a small crystal glass on it, and the heart made of red iron makes this photo more beautiful.
It was very hot that day. We came to the imperial tomb, but we had a good time. We burn incense and worship Buddha and enjoy the beautiful scenery there. The beautiful scenery there has always remained in my heart. My uncle took many photos of me at that time, and also took my favorite photos.
Every time I see this photo, I will think of the beautiful moment of that day.
An old photograph
"Where is my diploma?" My mother questioned me, and I knew nothing about it, so I could only say that I didn't know. My mother asked me to help her find it. I searched everything, but I couldn't find my diploma until I found an old photo. Looking at this old photo, I seem to remember something, but I can't.
The first two people are my grandparents, and they haven't changed much now, so I can see at a glance that my grandparents must be surrounded by children, that is, my father, uncle and aunt ... my uncle must have held me in his hand, and now there is only one last question left. Who is this teenager among grandparents?
I took this photo and asked my mother. My mother smiled and said, "This child is your cousin, not you. You weren't even born then! That's your second cousin! " After listening to my mother's words, I was surprised, because both my cousins are adults. Is this photo really so old or is it an "antique" of our family?
When my mother saw that I was puzzled, she told me a story: "A long time ago, there was an old couple who had six children. These six children are very promising, some are engineers, some are managers, and some are acres of heaven and earth. One day, the third child was happy to have a child, and everyone was happy, except the old man, who wanted a child because his children were all boys. " Old four came back from a business trip and brought back a rare thing-a camera. In the photo, except for the old man, the whole family is very happy. "Then his mother said," This is the story of this photo. "
It dawned on me, so that's it. I didn't expect this old photo to have such a story!
4. My favorite photo, grandma and I are sitting on a camel writing a composition. Talking about that photo really made me angry, but it was really funny. A 6-year-old girl sat on a tall and powerful camel, her face was blue, her lips were white, her mouth trembled with fear, and her eyes were staring at someone like flames. The little girl in the photo is me when I was young.
At that time, I dreamed of coming to Xiangjiang Wildlife Park. When I came to a place where I rode a camel, I looked up at the camel and saw only a few big pillars with chicken feathers. Suddenly, the "pillar" moved, and I suddenly realized that it was a camel's foot! This camel is so big! Stubby limbs, huge body, hairy hump, and small red eyes staring at me like a burning fire are really scary! I couldn't help hiding behind my mother. The uncle who looked at the camel seemed to see my mind and said with a smile, "Little sister, go up and take a picture." "No, no, no!" I tried my best to hide behind my mother and didn't move. Dad has seen through me, gently touched the camel hair with his hand and said to me with a smile, "Watch this, it's good." I glanced at the big camel timidly, only to see the small "mountain" with its hair shrugged, which was like a mountain with indomitable spirit in my eyes. Dad saw that I didn't understand and pulled me up with a smile.
My hair stood on end and I broke out in a cold sweat. I want to go down, but my little feet can't reach it. My parents saw it and smiled back at the front desk. Chest falling together, small eyes want to be able to breathe fire. The burning flame in my eyes went straight to my father and killed me. Father is not only unhurried, but also smiles more happily. My uncle touched my dad and said, "It must be fun to shoot." Dad woke up from a dream, pressed the shutter, and only heard a "click", and my angry look was left behind.
To tell the truth, I'm still a little scared, but it's precisely because of this that it has become one of my favorite photos. Everyone said, was I cute then?
Write a 450-word composition about grandparents around photos. I have a kind and gentle grandmother.
She is very kind to me and often leaves me delicious food. She often teaches me to study hard and serve my country when I grow up.
My grandmother is a teacher. Years of teaching have made her feel the joy and importance of learning, so she still hopes that I can study hard.
Grandma is over 60 years old, and wrinkles unconsciously climb up her vicissitudes of life engraved with years. A little silvery white hair got into grandma's black hair, which was particularly dazzling.
Although grandma is old, she is still strong. Once we went hiking, grandma walked faster than me.
What makes me proudest is grandma's hands. Although grandma is over sixty years old, her hands are no less dexterous than that of an embroidered mother.
Grandma sewed soles when she was idle after retirement. In just half a year, she sewed more than one hundred pairs.
Grandma started sewing "all over the sky", and later tried to sew some difficult patterns and patterns. I didn't expect them to look good. When relatives and friends knew about it, they all asked grandma to sew them some pairs, and grandma was obliged to agree.
Grandma sews soles every day besides eating and sleeping. Finally, all the soles that relatives and friends want are ready.
I thought grandma could rest for a few days, but she sewed again. I asked grandma, why are you still sewing? Grandma smiled and said, "My sewing this time is of great significance! I want to sew a hundred pairs and give them to the uncle of the People's Liberation Army who guards the frontier. "
I admire grandma after listening to it. Although grandma is so clever, I don't like one thing very much, that is, grandma always snores when she sleeps.
Grandma's snoring is really deafening. During the summer vacation, my grandmother and I went to the countryside to play, and I went to bed at nine o'clock.
I soon fell into a sweet dream. I dreamed that I was walking alone on the ridge of the field, looking at the lawn full of flowers in the distance. Ah, everything was so beautiful. Suddenly, with a bang, I woke up from a beautiful dream.
Wake up and find that reality is not much better than dreams. Grandma's snoring is too loud! I can hardly sleep.
I tossed and turned in bed, but I couldn't sleep. I covered my head with a quilt and finally fell asleep.
This is the "magic" of grandma's snoring-it can make people sleepy. This is my grandmother, an old man with both advantages and disadvantages.
This article entitled "I think of my grandmother as soon as I see her photo" reminds me of my grandmother. It's been five years since you left me, and I miss you more and more every year.
I may not be used to the fact that you have left me. You took away my smile, love and understanding, and made me feel more lonely and sad when I miss you. How I want to throw myself into your arms and feel the warmth of your arms.
How many nights, I quietly said to myself, life, lost a deep feeling of waiting, that is, lost a sheltered sky, lost forever in my heart, forever painful ... I opened the photo album of memories and leafed through it page by page, and the familiar picture took me back to the past. Every winter vacation, I will go back to that warm little kang to accompany you, my grandmother.
Think about that time, flat but unusually warm. What impressed me the most was that winter night.
The night is very cold, but with that small stove, the cold is gone, only a touch of warmth seeps into my body and soothes my soul. In the evening, as usual, I want to eat something.
You sit in a small pot on the stove and cook the mung beans harvested that autumn. Red coal burns quietly in the furnace, and the flame gently licks the bottom of the black pot.
The mung beans in the pot lie quietly in clear water, which seems to be dyed green by mung beans, making the water more clear and transparent. Gradually, mung beans began to be restless, moving at the bottom of the pot from time to time, and the water began to have a sound, like a lullaby humming gently.
Suddenly I remembered Mr. Zhu Ziqing's essay Winter, in which he wrote that tofu was cooked in a small foreign pot. One sentence I can't forget today is, "The water rolls like the eyes of many fish, and small pieces of tofu are left in it, tender and slippery, like a white fox coat that is worn backwards." Mung beans lie in the water, just like tofu kept quietly in the water.
It's just that I cooked mung beans and Mr. Wang cooked tofu, and the same warmth and affection floated between the steam. The beans gradually boiled, revealing the white bean paste. It is said that mung beans are cold, but at this time, I feel that I am the warmest thing.
The porridge is getting thicker and thicker. You keep stirring with a spoon, and white gas comes out on my face and gently caresses my cheek. "Do you want to eat?" You look at me with a smile, and the wrinkles between your eyebrows are full of kindness.
"hmm." I nodded, and then a small bowl of thick porridge was held in my hand, warm to my heart.
Such a day is only with you, and now it is gone forever. I can't help but burst into tears when I think of the warmth of being with you occasionally. Grandma, the Sophora japonica blooms again. Do you still remember that I go back to eat your Sophora japonica balls every year? There is an old pagoda tree in the yard of my hometown. Sophora japonica blooms every year. You come with me to pick Sophora japonica. You take a long bamboo pole with a hook, drag the branches down, pick the Sophora japonica flowers and throw them into my bamboo basket. After picking, you can make these Sophora japonica flowers into various delicacies.
The simple way is to burn Sophora japonica soup, which is delicious. Followed by Sophora japonica mixed with flour and steamed in the pot, then mixed with garlic to eat, light and refreshing.
The most troublesome thing is to mix the washed Sophora japonica with flour, add seasoning, knead it into small balls and fry it into crispy and delicious Sophora japonica balls. I like your fried Sophora japonica balls very much. Don't bother. I can eat croquettes for half a month until the holiday is over. I will take some dried Sophora japonica when I leave, and ask my mother to wrap jiaozi for me when I am greedy.
Go back to your grave when you die. Sophora japonica is in full bloom, hanging on the branches in clusters, bending the old tree. But grandma is gone, and there are no more delicious Sophora japonica balls. No one picked Sophora japonica, and the petals fell with the wind, like a beautiful petal rain.
This is also a memorial to grandma. It has slipped away in my hands for countless times, like a drop of water on the tip of a needle in the sea. My days are dripping in the stream of time, without sound or shadow.
I'm afraid all I can do is carefully tie up my past and hide it in my heart.
7. I took a picture of my grandmother and wrote for reference. Finally, write down grandma's photo.
I got up early that day, washed my face and combed my hair. Although it's not my birthday, I feel very happy to look at myself in the mirror in order to add a little bright color to grandma's birthday.
Near eleven o'clock noon, my mother and I went to the Moulin Rouge near my home to get cakes. Grandma's birthday cake has three layers and looks very imposing.
When we arrived at the hotel, all the guests who came to celebrate their birthday were seated. Grandma talked to them with a big smile. The child in my hometown has been running around in front of her, clinging to the cake. Grandma touched the child's head, touched the child's head. It is not difficult to see that grandma is very excited and happy today.
Ready to cut the cake, we lit birthday candles for grandma, and everyone sang birthday songs to grandma together. Grandma even smiled from ear to ear, and her rosy cheeks were like blooming flowers. Then it was grandma's turn to make a wish. Grandma actually spoke out her wishes loudly. Fortunately, she only said three words and was stopped by everyone. I think she is eighty years old, so it is the first time to have such a grand birthday!
During the dinner, people toasted my grandmother one by one, and I also wished my grandmother a long life. I'm really glad it took a long time. Unconsciously, two hours ended in this glass. Grandma said goodbye to the long-lost guests one by one, and then I helped grandma home. Along the way, I touched grandma's calluses and wrinkled hands. I look sad. In the previous era, my grandmother worked hard to bring up five children. After 80 years of ups and downs and 80 years of vicissitudes, I think my grandmother must have suffered a lot. As the saying goes, "filial piety comes first", so her children must make her happy in her later years.
Grandma watched me grow up and has been making cotton-padded jackets and quilts for me until now. Here, I want to thank my grandmother. I want to tell her that you suffered a lot when you were young. In the future, my parents and I will honor you and let you enjoy the family happiness of your children and grandchildren.
8. How to write my grandmother's picture and write a composition guide? I heard that Jony J's grandmother was ill, so she couldn't do housework and had to stay in bed. Xiao Bing, Xiao Gang and Xiao Hong took the initiative to go to Xiao Jia's house to help his grandmother clean the room.
Although it was raining that day, they arrived at Jony J's home on time. Xiao Bing cleans the glass and Xiaogang cleans the table. They were so polished that they could see people. Xiaohong and Jony J are sweeping the floor. They cleaned the room spotless. Xiao Jia's grandmother looked at all this and said with a smile, "You are really sensible good children!" " "Xiao Bing, Xiao Gang and Xiao Hong said with one voice," Grandma, this is what we should do. "
Giving grandma red envelopes and eating New Year's Eve dinner on New Year's Eve is the moment that children look forward to most, because elders always give us lucky money. On New Year's Eve this year, I had a new idea. I want to give red envelopes to the people who have contributed the most to our family. The most praiseworthy person this year should be grandma. At the beginning of the year, my family moved to Xujiaxiang. Every Saturday, my parents go to work without rest, and my grandmother always comes from the suburbs to take care of me, buy food and cook, and provoke the burden of housework. She has an old problem of high blood pressure, but she never has.
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9. Look at the photos of my grandmother in the countryside and write a composition. I have a 60-year-old grandmother who has many physical problems.
Grandma's mouth is dark red, but her eyes are not too big, her eyebrows are light and her hair is a little white. When she laughs, her eyes become a crack. Let me introduce my hardworking grandmother! Grandma is from Xiaogan.
As soon as she came to my house, the whole house became clean and tidy. Every morning, grandma gets up first.
Grandma will help us sweep the floor and cook first. Before my mother and I got up, she had swept the floor and made breakfast.
Whenever this happens, I am really worried about my grandmother's health! Grandma is frugal. She seldom buys clothes.
September 28th is my grandmother's birthday. I go shopping with my mother and grandmother. Mother saw a pink tulle dress.
So, my mother suggested grandma give it a try. Who knows, grandma quickly said, "No, you can buy yours. I still have a lot of clothes to wear!" " "Mom listened and said," Mom, you only have a big red flower and a gray flower! ""I also said to my mother,' Yes! Grandma, buy one! Grandma saw that I didn't help her either, so she had to say, "All right, just one!" "My mother and I said in unison," Good! "Grandma finally bought that pink tulle dress! This is my grandmother, a hardworking and thrifty grandmother! When I grow up, I must be a nurse to help the elderly live a happy life.